The Playground Prom.

On Saturday night, after a long, hot, tiring day of the film shoot, I raced back to the Playground for the Stinger show. I had just enough time at the theater to race into the bathroom, throw on my kilt and hit the stage. I'm not sure if anyone took pics, but if they did, I'll try to get them posted here.

It wasn't our best show. There were a couple of moments where literally "NOTHING" was happening onstage. And a couple of us (myself definitely included) missed key details, like familial relationships and names and spent the rest of the show either not partioipating (for fear of screwing up continuity) or taking wild stabs (and thereby messing up continuity). All in all it was a C+.

After the show, though, we crossed the street to hit Spin for the Improv Prom. I danced the night away in my kilt, always threatening to raise it too high and show people my "sheleleighie and my shamrocks". Honestly, I was so exhausted from the day and then liberally lubricated by the free drinks that they provided, that I had little to say to anyone beyond, "Yes. I am wearing a kilt. No, I'm not exactly Scottish."

Sheer Exhaustion + Free Alcohol = Incoherent Me.

Pictures were taken at the prom. Here's one of them.



I added the text later for something on the Stinger Yahoorgroup. I'm sure that other pics of me, acting a fool in my kilt will pop up, later.

Also, K's girlfriend, L, was not pleased that she and I rubbed bare leggins together in the picture. When we struck the pose, L plainly said, "No. Don't...Oh all right." Apparently she thinks that I am incorrigible.
I made it up to her by telling her how smoking hot she looked and trying to play cupid so that she and her girlfriend would go home and jump each other's bones. Dunno if it worked, but my intentions were good.

Yes, so, that was the Improv Prom this year.

Cheers,
Mr.B